I look for warmth
a familiar voice
a long-lost love
under bright arc-lights
I cry….
It’s a journey again
may be one of choice
it starts with a snag
of lost memory
I cry….
You celebrate birth
but forget - newborns
are just reborn
At your ignorance
I smile…..
there are no fresh souls
being minted up there
but I just parted ways…
You think you belong here
I laugh….
Birth
Reena Saxena 
I think it is important to understand that a “new” idea or soul or word will only seem that way to the one finally receiving it. It could be (re)circulating space-time for eternity.
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Perfect interpretation!
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I wonder … but still I believe that birth is a bit like a canvas relates to a painting… anything is possible
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Agree. The meaning of potential starts there.
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Nice lines: “it starts with a snag
of lost memory”
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Thank you so much!
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